!Dreams
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agk's diary
24 August 2023 @ 13:01 UTC
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written on GPD Win 1
in living room under ceiling fan
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Thank you two gopher friends who wrote after my
last diary entry. I missed pandemic conviviality.
It was good to hear from you guys.
Evy woke up last night gasping. In her dream we had
to dump out some spoiled milk. To avoid being seen
the three of us ducked in a cave and traversed it.
When we emerged there were still people. We'd disp-
osed of the milk, but we ducked back in, to exit by
our original entrance. I jumped in the water. There
was no bottom. Daughter and I were pulled down. Evy
jumped in to rescue us, was also pulled down.
Drowning in the dream she woke up gasping because
her sinus infection migrated to her lungs.
Better to make yogurt of bad milk, probably. I put
my recipe in the "kitchen" section of this gopher
hole, under "snacks." Warm milk almost to boiling,
cool til warmer than body temp, like bathwater. Put
in half a cup of yogurt, stick the jar in an insul-
ated container for 8-12 hours, then refrigerate.
I dreamed we were supplying to go to Haiti. The guy
in charge of the supply cache was white, cavalier,
cocky, personable, laid-back, informal. Tent,
hammock, and cynical black humor found among para-
medics, firefighters, special forces soldiers,
emergency room nurses, and career disaster jockeys.
I was teaching a last-minute first-aid training in
small concrete-floor meeting room on the periphery
of what we used to call a convergence space. In the
large church gathering hall or quayside warehouse
a mass meeting was in progress, signs and banners
were being painted, a film was being projected in
another small room. In another a small strategy
session.
The people were mostly white and caught up in the
spirit of righteous anger tinged with nihilism. Who
knows what the precipitating event was? Cop shot a
black child? NATO summit? Huge foreclosure and
eviction wave? Student loan minimum payment doubled
after private equity firm bought the debt? Homes
taken by eminent domain, forest to be clearcut to
build an urban warfare police training center?
I had limited teaching supplies; expected to teach
3-5 students a short class. As I applied simulated-
wound moulage to my lower leg, the room was sudden-
ly packed with people, some of them rowdy, disrupt-
ive, ill-intentioned. I switched from teacher to
marshal: "Get those two the fuck out of here. Get
the fuck out of my class."
